James Unspeakable Novels & Stories

["Did you give Gonzalo the copy of your sex video with Avi?" "What?" ["It's all over the news, dumb-ass!"] "What the fuck are you talking about, Philip?!" ["I told you, open the television, and you'll see what I am fucking talking about, man!"] I no longer answered Philip, and I immediately reached for the TV remote on the side table. "Fuck!" "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?" ["You now saw it? You are a fucked up jerk, Primo! My father was so angry, right now."]

James suggested his voice a seductive purr in my ear and a gentle nibble on my earlobe. "I like the sound of that," I whispered, my cheeks flushing. James' smirk widened as we undressed each other. I had seen James without his shirt before, but it always left me breathless. His gaze met mine as I tried to conceal the faint scars littering my belly, back, and thighs, remnants of past abuse.

“He said you helped him. Why wouldn’t you tell me? I know I’m not a great person, but you and I are the same. Products of shit parents. We always bonded over that…” My body prickles, but my anger doesn’t burn. No, it’s an icy chill that licks through my veins, freezing out every single bright spot in my heart and soul as I become darkness and anger itself. James sees it, and he stumbles away from me with his hands up, shaking his head. “If you want to fucking live to see your mate again, you will get me into that complex,”

"Oh? You have a mouth on you, don't you? Threatening me?" I pressed myself harder against the wall. My lungs felt tight, suffocating. "I... I just needed to use the restroom. I didn't think the sign mattered. I'm sorry I saw... whatever that was. It’s not a big deal," I rambled, the words tumbling out as my hands began to shake. "I know who you are. Nathan Zac Ramirez, right? So... please." The pressure in my chest snapped. Hot tears spilled over my eyelashes, tracking burning lines down my cheeks. My shoulders shook, and I squeezed my eyes shut, utterly mortified to be breaking down in front of him.

"If there is nothing else, Alpha Alec, I am going to hang up while you watch it; I can't listen to that shit again." "OK, James, see what you can dig up on those commenting on the clip. I will call you back." Without a word, I hung up, the tone in James' voice letting me know that whatever I was about to watch would haunt me forever. Shaking my head slowly, I hovered my finger over the play button, sucking in a deep breath to swallow the vomit rising in my throat… I hit play.

His eyes soften for a brief moment, like the words found something raw and pressed hard. James sees it. His upper lip curls back, baring his canine, his face twisting into something almost unrecognizable. “You filthy human,” he snarls. “You don’t deserve to be mated to one of our kind. And yet you were mated to my sister.” Aurora stiffens in his grip at that. I feel it even without touching her, the way the room seems to tighten around us. “You don’t deserve to call yourself a father either,” James goes on, voice rising now, losing control. “You used your own daughter to feed your hunger for power. All these years, when your bastard family hurt her, humiliated her, you let them. You stood th

speaks volumes about the pleasure and pain it promises to give. Oh, goddamn… The spark ignites with fervor—and blazes right through me. Jameson Richards has a riding crop. Fucking fuck. He’s going to use it on me. And I’m going to let him.

"Honey, what happened the other day was my fault. I'm actually on medication now. The doctor said that getting pregnant would be bad for both me and the baby, which is why I took my anger out on you." I furrowed my brow and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" She took a deep breath. "Honey, you've always been curious about why I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, right? Well, it's actually because of this illness as well." I stared at her, and she continued, "When I was young, my uncle abused me. That time of my life was like a nightmare. It made me feel inferior. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, about how intimacy repelled me. I even wanted to have a sexless marriage. When I confessed it

James said as he stood barely and inch towards Brandon stiffed body as sound of their breath could be heard by both parties. James broke a cold sweat, revealing his vulnerability. He maintained composure, despite realizing that James is actually more mysterious than him. The stares of both men remained fixed as a soul walker past them almost instantly. “I don’t know who you’re and where you from, but I’ll not relent and watch you talk my girl as yours. I’ll frustrate you, find a way to destroy your so called empire.* “And how does that sounds in your own ears?” James asks as he stares directly at Brandon.

He said that last part through a mouthful of hot bread. “You know, I used to think so highly of you, Tony.” When I looked at James, his face contorted into a look of distaste, my heart skipped a beat and the rhythm never went back to normal. I thought that he was truly disgusted with me and that he only brought me here to tell me face-to-face that I couldn’t see his son anymore and that he didn’t want me around and every other hurtful and homophobic thing my distressed brain could think of in that moment, until he uttered the next words: “But your taste in guys is just…seriously disturbing.”